Page 56 of His Cowboy Heart

Even if the worst were to happen and I lost him, he’d always be it for me.

I tore my mouth from his. “Promise me,” I said on a groan because Flynn chose that moment to slide out and back in, burying even more of himself inside of me. “Promise me it will always be like this. Just us.”

“Always,” Flynn growled and then he was rolling us so that I was flat on my back. Flynn managed to keep himself inside of me, but the second my shoulders met the bed, his other arm was supporting my leg, exposing me completely. Thankfully, he was using his arms to keep me like that because I didn’t have the strength to do it myself.

The new position allowed Flynn to sink all the way inside of me with his next forward glide. When the hair at the base of his dick rubbed against my skin, I knew we were finally one. Two halves who’d been searching so long for one another and now we were whole.

Flynn sat up enough to watch his dick slide in and out of me. If I’d been able to look, I would have. Feeling it was more than enough, though. The first few glides burned like a motherfucker, but then all the pain and discomfort were gone and all that remained was the sensation of my inner muscles gripping his hot, bare skin. The friction of him moving in and out of me began to slowly build. I released my dick because I knew my fingers weren’t going to bring me the pleasure I craved.

When Flynn kissed me, he lowered his body onto mine. He continued to pump his hips, so between his cock filling me and his tongue mating gently with mine, my senses were all over the place. Flynn had pinned my hands to the bed next to my head so I couldn’t move anything other my mouth. My muscles burned and ached from the way he was holding my legs, but that made everything even better. The position meant Flynn was in control of everything. The pace, the position, even the way our mouths made love.

“I’m going to come,” Flynn warned.

Since I knew what he was really trying to say, I nodded and said, “Do it.”

Flynn’s heavy glides turned into tumultuous thrusts as he began pumping in and out of me at a furious pace. My body drew tight as I was pushed closer and closer to the edge of the cliff I’d been dangling off of for much of the night. I linked my fingers with Flynn’s, but we didn’t kiss because he had his head pressed against the crook of my neck. His abdomen was grinding against my cock every time he thrust into me, so I was right there with him as his breathing became more labored and he shuttled his cock in and out of me at a frantic pace.

“Need to see you come,” Flynn said as he lifted his head so he could watch me.

I was about to tell him that I’d come whenever he did, but Flynn chose that moment to angle his hips so the head of his dick was nailing my prostate.

“Fuck, yes,” I cried out. “Right there.”

Dimly aware of Flynn kissing me between breaths, I was glad when he released my hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hit my gland over and over. I shouted when the tight band inside of me finally snapped and sent me flying. Hot cum spewed all over my abdomen as well as Flynn’s. As waves of pleasure washed over me, I kept grunting and groaning as he continued to slam into me, drawing my orgasm out until I was left with violent aftershocks. Seconds later, Flynn sat up enough to grab my legs and yank me even closer to his groin. His fingers bit into my thighs as he held me in place. He rutted into me until he closed his eyes and let out a harsh grunt. The sensation of hot cum hitting my inner walls caused a small but still powerful orgasm to hit me all over again.

By the time it was over, Flynn was lying on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me to the bed. He was still buried balls deep inside of me and every time his dick jerked, more cum filled me to the point that I could feel it leaking out of me.

Exhausted, all we could do was cling to each other. I swore I heard Flynn tell me he loved me, but I couldn’t be sure because the natural high was wearing off and my body was crashing back to Earth. I tried to say the words myself, but Flynn had robbed me of my ability to do anything but lie there, my limbs tangled with his. I didn’t even have the energy to protest when he finally pulled out of me.

“Show me,” Flynn demanded. His voice was low and rusty. Knowing what he wanted and totally getting off on it, I tilted my ass up and opened my legs, bracing them against his body. It took a few seconds, but when I used my inner muscles to push some of Flynn’s semen from my hole, I heard his breath catch. Before I knew it, Flynn maneuvered so he could lick up the small amount of jizz and then he was guiding his half-hard dick back to my hole. His tongue lapped up some of my own juices from my stomach and then his dick was gently pressing into me again. When his mouth opened over mine, I gladly drank down every drop of our combined fluids.

When Flynn’s lips moved to my neck and shoulders, gently caressing me with the softest of kisses, all I could process was the sound of his dick sliding through his own semen as he continued to gently fuck me. If I’d had the strength, I would have tried to clamp my muscles down on his cock to see if there was a round three to be had, but my eyes weren’t cooperating and before I knew it, I lost myself to a sea of darkness where only Flynn’s whispers of love existed.

ChapterSeventeen

FLYNN

“You never toldme how you ended up owning half of Manhattan,” I murmured to Jules, who had his upper body draped over mine. Despite the late hour and the multiple times we’d made love, I hadn’t been able to force myself to leave his side yet. We’d ended up showering together, which had turned into another round of unforgettable and somewhat awkward sex considering the mix of hot water and a slippery floor. I’d ended up fucking him from behind while Jules had braced his arms against the tiled wall of the shower. If the water hadn’t started to turn from hot to warm, I probably would have urged him to the floor beneath the spray of the rain-style showerhead and either made love to him again or simply explored his naked body until I was content that I’d memorized everything about him.

The cooling water had determined our fate, so we’d quickly dried off and raced each other back to his bed.

Showering had meant Jules needed to wash his makeup away. Strangely enough, after he’d been completely exposed, there’d been the subtlest shift in his behavior. He’d gone quiet and while he seemed content to use my body to warm his own, there was something just a tiny bit off.

I couldn’t see Jules’s face but it was easy to feel his tension when I asked the question because I was stroking my fingers up and down his back and Jules was, or had been, toying with the hair on my chest. His fingers had stopped moving, though.

“When Uncle Ray died, he left his piece of the company he’d inherited from my grandfather to me. My father owned the rest. He’d assumed that if Uncle Ray died, he’d get Ray’s part or, worst-case scenario, my cousin Miles would get it.”

“That must have made for some awkward family dinners,” I offered.

“The only family dinners I ever had were when I was seven or eight. I used to fill all the empty chairs around the dining room table with my stuffed animals. The staff were really sweet about it. They’d set places for them at the table. I don’t even know where I heard that families often got together on a regular basis for a meal.”

“Your parents weren’t around?”

Jules shook his head against my chest. “My father had an apartment closer to his work. He kept whatever mistress he was fucking at the time there.”

“And your mom?” I asked. Jules’s fingertips were pressing hard against my chest, proof that my line of questioning wasn’t a topic he favored.

“She spent most of her time in the Hamptons. She liked throwing parties to show off whatever part of the house she’d had redecorated even if the room had been fine the way it was. I only saw the house once, but it was beautiful. Right by the beach, crystal-clear swimming pools, one inside, one outside. I remember asking her one time why I couldn’t live there with her because the house was so big and there’d be plenty of room for me, but she said I needed to stay in the city so my father could teach me the family business.”

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